She just wanted to continue sleeping, when suddenly her nose moved slightly, and her broken hair suddenly stood up! With a slight flick of her body, she had changed from crouching to crouching, ready to jump out and launch a fatal blow!

Suddenly, a wrinkled old face appeared at the window, it was Lawrence, the Holy Builder. The old man waved to the water mysteriously, and said in a desperate low voice, "Hi, I'm Lawrence, Richard's neighbor and half a teacher. By the way, I used to be a constructor too, so you can call me St. Lawrence, or His Royal Highness! ”

The expression on Splash's face relaxed a little, but her body arched even more, and one hind leg quietly stretched out of the sofa. In that direction, her Guides of Eternal Sleep were placed there.

Lauren's fierce and charming face changed sharply, and the splash had already provoked the Eternal Sleep Guide with his toes, and the whole person turned into a silver light, which instantly pierced through the window and threw Lawrence to the ground, and the blade of the Eternal Sleep Guide was already on the old man's neck.

"Don't do that, I don't mean anything malicious!No, no, don't use the knife, listen to me, it's very dangerous for you to put a knife on the neck of a holy constructor!" Lawrence said hurriedly, and the more he spoke, the more stern his face became.

Splash began to hesitate, she knew what the Holy Constructor was, and she knew that it was a rank much higher than the current Richard. She stared at Lawrence left and right, even her straight little nose sniffing. But no matter how much she probed, she couldn't find a threat in the old man. Perhaps Lawrence was the weakest of the forces in the entire city where the sun never set, how could he make the splash feel in danger? To put it mildly, in terms of rank alone, a servant ant of Daxoldas could kill this old man.

The girl finally said, "You are not a Holy Constructor. She grabbed the old man's hand and began to strain. Although she had never met any of the Holy Constructors, she had heard that it had to be at least level 20 magicians, how could it be such a fierce and charming weak old man.

"Nonsense! Of course I'm a Holy Constructor!" the old man immediately became angry, but as soon as he touched the cold gaze in the girl's eyes, he immediately softened, and said with a smile: "Okay, I used to be a Holy Constructor, and I used to be! Of course, you can call me Lawrence if you want. Hey, hey, don't do it, we're neighbors, I've got a lot of things to tell you!!"

At this moment, the girl put one hand around Lawrence's neck, and the other hand raised the Eternal Sleep Guide, apparently preparing to knock the old man unconscious with the handle of the knife first, and then drag it back to repair it slowly. Hearing the old man's last words, her hand stopped in the air and said extremely concisely: "Say!"

The old man didn't dare to slow down any longer, and immediately began to talk endlessly, from how Richard spent the battle, how his demons were so requisitioned, how he finally gave up the fight for the splash, and what price he paid in exchange for Hasting's rescue.

The girl's face changed, and the strength in her hands continued to weaken. She never imagined that Richard would be willing to give so much for her. For a moment, there was a blank in the depths of her eyes.

As he spoke, Lawrence quietly removed the splash's hand and took the opportunity to move his body and get up from the ground. The old man did not run away, but continued to talk to Splash about Richard's past year.

Before she knew it, the girl and Lawrence actually returned to Richard's room, sat down, and even prepared a throat-moistening drink. The old man recounted Richard's battles over the past year or so in a thrilling and vivid manner, as if he had personally experienced so many battles on the brink of life and death.

The girl could hear it, and she would unconsciously exert herself in the thrilling tension, and her little hands left a lot of scratches on the table. Whenever a thrilling episode passed, the girl let out a long breath, grabbed the wine glass in front of her and took a big sip, and then spewed out a rich gas.

When the old man finished speaking, he would grab the bottle and pour himself a glass and pour it into his throat to quench his thirst.

Time passed slowly, and the more Splash and the old man talked, the deeper they went. The old man not only talked about Richard, but also began to analyze Richard's character and behavioral characteristics, and instructed the girl how to do it, so that it would be easier to occupy a favorable position in Richard's heart.

The more the former saint finisher spoke, the more excited he became, his eyes lit up, and the amplitude of his gestures became larger and larger, and at this moment, it was quite the momentum of the chief conductor of the Royal Opera House. Later, the old man began to comment on the girl, including her clothes, accessories, and temperament, and even the lack of grace in her movements during the battle became a shortcoming in his mouth.

"Who likes a woman who spends her days crawling in the grass or in a tree?" said Lawrence, who made the girl's lips lose their blood.

The rare calm in the capital where the sun never sets, calm to the point where it can be called dead silence. The glow of magic was warm and indifferent, silently shining on lifeless neighborhoods.

Richard passed through the deserted city gates and returned to the capital where the sun never sets. His robe was tattered, crisscrossed with scars, and there was a deep wound on his face that ruined his handsome countenance.

Richard's steps were heavy, leaving a few drops of blood on the ground with every few steps. After being injured so badly, his harvest today didn't seem to be very good, except that he had two rat demons' heads hanging around his waist. In the end, he broke through from a whole squadron of centaur fighters, and he was lucky to be able to come back intact.

Located in the northwest corner of the city, the main road broke more than ten meters away, and at the end was a bottomless crack in the earth, from which runaway plane energy would occasionally spew out. The area was deserted, for it was of little value to the warring parties, and no Norlander dared to live next to an active crevice, and the scars of the earth had become a natural trench to keep the besiegers out.

If it weren't for the desperate pursuit of the squadron, Richard would not have made such a big circle to run to this almost untouched area.

Walking on the deserted streets, Richard had a lonely feeling of walking in a no-man's world. He moved more and more slowly, and at last he stopped and looked into the sky to his left and right, and there was no man, no beast, not even a bird.

He suddenly laughed and shook his head vigorously, not knowing what was wrong with him.

In recent times, Richard has found himself easily sad and lonely, and sometimes inexplicably irritable. If it is relatively safe in other planes, this is not too much of a problem, and the constructor, especially the constructor, who can design the construct independently, is also a branch of the art master, and from an artistic point of view, the mood is conducive to capturing inspiration.

But this is a desperate battlefield, danger is everywhere, and Richard himself is not even a great mage, and the difference in absolute power will be manifested at some point.

For example, during this hunt, Richard was inexplicably distracted, and accidentally fell into the trap of the Daxodas, followed by a bitter fight. He fought and fled, fighting fiercely for most of the day, and finally relied on the powerful recovery ability of the Well of the Stars to drag down all the pursuers alive, and only then was he able to successfully escape. Without the power of his real name, Salon, Richard would have become a delicacy for the Daxoldas.

This is the Peerless Battlefield, and if any strong person is careless, he may fall at any time.

Dragging his aching body, Richard finally saw the courtyard where he lived. Today, this dilapidated courtyard looked extraordinarily warm, which made him involuntarily speed up his pace. In the past, there were neighbors White Nights and Lawrence, but now there is more splash here. The feeling at this moment made Richard suddenly realize that he didn't seem to want to be lonely and lonely.

Go back, go back to Norland or Farrow, go back to the Followers and Akmund? But as soon as the idea came to him, he was expelled by Richard himself.

Walking into the courtyard, Richard unexpectedly heard Lawrence burst into a hearty laugh, and then came out the old man's obviously deliberately suppressed voice: "Now you understand what a perfect woman should look like." Whether a woman is good-looking or not does not depend on the evaluation of other women, but on the fact that men think it is good-looking, that is really good-looking! I see that you have a clear bones, a noble temperament, and a structure that is far above others, so it is a pity to waste such a talent. ”

The old man's voice paused for a moment, and then continued triumphantly, "In this way, I have a composition here, which is the proud work of my early years, which does not require much carrying capacity, and can be attached to any construction. As long as you put it on, it won't take more than two months to ensure that you are tall, straight, and your skin is tender, you should be convex, you should be skinny, it is three Richards, and you will be fascinated to death!"

Hearing this, Richard's face unconsciously became extremely strange, and he immediately remembered St. Lawrence's so-called soft foot structure back then. It was that thing that caused a catastrophe that allowed the talented Lawrence to leave the land of dusk to avoid disaster. It's just that although the old man acted obscene and obscene in the past, he still had a bottom line, how did he hit the idea on the splash this time? Or did he think that Richard didn't care about the girl, so he boldly attacked?

But there is one more person in the courtyard, White Night.

Bai Ye stood quietly, her whole body constricted so that no breath spilled out, and even if her eyes saw her standing there, she would have the illusion of a trance, as if she was just looking at a stone wall or wood that was exactly the same as Bai Ye.

"Why are you here?" asked Richard, looking the white night up and down, puzzled. After returning from this hunt, Richard suddenly felt that White Night and Lawrence's behavior had become indescribably strange.

Bai Ye spread his hands and said indifferently: "It's nothing, that old man is playing with fire again, I have to watch closely, lest he be slaughtered by your little girl." The little guy is too fast and ruthless, and I can't save the old man even if it's far away. ”

PS: I really don't know what to PS. q！！！